Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2012 22:17:47 +0100
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter Four

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Four

Warning

This story contains graphic description of sex acts betweens members
of the same sex. If accessing material such as this is illegal in
your country/province/state, please do not continue reading.

The characters contained within this story are entirely fictional
and should be taken as such. Any resemblance to any person(s) living
or dead is entirely coincidental.

Please remember to donate anything you can spare to Nifty. The link
to do so can be found on their homepage and on all directories.

*********************************************************************

For the American readers amongst you; This story is set in England.
The use of the word "Football" refers to what you would call soccer.

*********************************************************************

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Four

  Jamie was leaving his final exam twelve days later when he felt a hand on
his elbow. He spun around, his shoes squaking on the cheap vinyl
flooring. Completing his spin, he came face to face with Shane.

  Jamie had been dodging his calls and avoiding him in school ever since he
had left the coffee house. He had accidentally answered Shane's first call
having previously deleted Shane's number and unfortunately he hadn't
recognised it when it appeared on his phone's display.

  "Why won't you answer my calls?" asked Shane, his eyes burning.

  Jamie rolled his eyes. "Gee, I wonder!" His voice dripped sarcasm.

  "Seriously, Jamie. What would you have had me do? Come out there and
then? To Darren of all people?" Jamie was watching Shane's hand out of the
corner of his eye. Every few seconds, it would move forward as if to touch
Jamie's arm, face or maybe something more intimate. Then, sensing the
presence of the students milling around them, it would return to his side.

  "I want you to stop resisting the urge to touch me!" Jamie took a step
toward Shane so that they were almost nose to nose. "You remember what it
was like to touch me, don't you?" The people around them, excited by the
end of term, paid them no heed and carried on ignorant. Jamie reached
forward and gently carressed Shane's hand. "The touch of my skin? The heat
of my breath on your lip?" he said, his tone seductive.

  Shane shuddered with anticipation. Then he looked quickly around
himself. "Jamie, please. Not here."

  Jamie stepped away, a wry smile on his face. "And there's the reason I
won't answer your calls. I want to come out of the closet. Not bury myself
deeper in it." He turned on his heel and walked away.

  Tears stung at Jamie's eyes. Not with the ferocity they had after the
coffee bar, but enough the he quickened his pace to reach Matthew all the
sooner.

  Matthew was waiting at the school gates, standing by his mother's
car. "Hurry up, Midget. My mum hasn't got all day." As Jamie approached,
Matthew noticed his red eyes. "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing. I just ran into He Who Shall Not Be Named is all."

  Matthew's mother drove them to a tailor's shop near the city centre so
that they could rent tuxedos for the Prom. It was a small place, receiving
next to no business, but both Jamie and Matthew's families had been patrons
for years. Generally they had their clothes tailor mad here, but as Prom
clothing would never be worn again, renting seemed more sensible. The store
was owned by two fifty-something Italian men who had never indicated an
interest in women.

  Having grown up with Signor Silvestri dressing him for almost every
significant occasion in his life, Jamie had forged a relationship with the
black haired man. Signor Silvestri always had some sage advice to offer,
whether warranted or not.

  As he shifted about on his knees checking Jamie's legs, he piped up.

  "Master James, I sense problem with you, si?"

  Jamie smiled to himself. Signor Silvestri always knew. "Si, signor," he
said in his best imitation of an Italian accent. "But I'd rather not talk
about it just now."

  "What is it you English say? A sharing problem is halfing problem?"

  "A problem shared is a problem halved," Jamie corrected. "Perhaps another
time Signor."

  Signor Silvestri rose wielding his tape measure. "Master James, you grow
an inch." He said it matter-of-factly, but it stalled Jamie for a moment.

  "Holy shit. I grew an inch," he said, turning to face Matthew who was
sitting by the window messing with his phone.

  Matthew looked up for the first time since they entered the store, looked
at Jamie's legs and said "Are you seriously wearing bright pink socks?"

  "Yes, now would you please focus on the matter at hand?"

  "Your chicken legs are stretching."

  "What's with the mood?"

  Right then, Signor Silvestri came bustling back over carrying a pair of
trousers. "No problems! You grow an inch, I have trouser an inch longer!"

  "Grazie." Jamie took the plain black trousers and pulled them on. "Matty,
what's with the mood? Is it because Sam's on holiday?"

  "Kind of. It's not important. My turn for clothes." He stood up, picked
Jamie up beneath his arms and moved him away from the mirrors.

  "Hey, now that I'm taller, you know what that means?" Matthew
shrugged. "Shopping trip! I need a whole new wardrobe to go with my new
height!"

  "You're incorrigible."

  "I know, but you wouldn't have me any other way, would you?" Jamie didn't
see Matthew's wry smile.

           ----------------------------------------------

  Jamie was relieved when the last day before Prom rolled around. Since
Matthew had mentioned that his roots were beginning to show, he had become
increasinly paranoid about them, often donning a beanie to cover them
up. He had considered giving up waiting for Sam, but had been waiting for
the opportunity to hang around with Sam for three weeks.

  Since the night at the cinema, he hadn't spoken to Sam. He had rung her
phone three days later and heard her outgoing message. 'Hi, it's Sam. I'm
on my hols at the moment. I'll be back in three weeks. And if this is
Jamie, I haven't forgotten about our date.'

  Jamie was now standing outside Julia's Salon watching a bronze goddess
strut up to him. "You look amazing Sam!" As soon as she reached him she
hugged him, once again placing his face firmly in her chest.

  "You don't look to bad yourself! It's so good to see you Titch. How's
everything?"

  "Oh, you mean the whole Shane thing."

  She looked momentarily confused, but recovered herself quickly and
nodded.

  "I'll tell you inside." They wandered into the salon and were greeted by
the owner, Julia.

  "Hello, sweeties. You're over here with me and Timmy." She led them over
to the back of the store where they wouldn't be interrupted. Jamie didn't
feel awkward talking about personal stuff around Julia and Timmy because
he'd known the pair for years, so he immediately started recounting the
last few weeks for Sam.

  "...next thing I hear, he's got a girlfriend!"

  "Really? Who?"

  "Jenny Jones. That girl with the big teeth who you got in a fight with
last year. She's not exactly the nicest person in the world, but she
doesn't deserve to be used like this. He's clearly only using her as a
cover for his parents' sake."

  "Is he taking her to your Prom?" Sam asked, her head tipped back. Timmy
was massaging her hair into a lather.

  "I think so. It's not like I care."

  "Oh contraire, Titch. I think you really do care. What do you think
Jules?"

  Julia had been listened intently to the whole story, humming softly when
Jamie got to a sex part. Timmy had been tenting in his jeans for a while.

  "Well, the way you talk about him, you are clearly invested. I think you
may still have some feelings for the boy." Timmy nodded his
agreement. "There again, I could be wrong. I used to think you were in love
with your Matthew. You talked about him the same way, but I was wrong on
that score, wasn't I?" Julia started rinsing Jamie's hair out.

  "He's not MY Matty, though. He's Sam's." Sam just smiled.

  It wasn't often that Timmy said anything, unlike all other hairdressers,
but when he did, you could always tell that it was well thought out and
probably right on the mark. He cleared his throat.

  "Shane tried to apologise to you and you shot him down. He's probably
started thinking that he's not worth your attention and figured that the
best thing to do is try to make everyone else happy." He finished rinsing
Sam's hair out and reached for the hairdryer. "I think you should have
thrown him a bone. You remember how scary it is to come out, don't you?"
With that, he switched on the hairdryer, making further comment impossible.

  Jamie sat there, listening to the rushing air and the rushing thoughts
Timmy had just planted in his mind. He didn't notice Sam furiously texting.

           ----------------------------------------------

  Jamie was in the bathroom of his home checking his hair in the mirror. He
was just buttoning up his ruffled shirt when he heard the doorbell ring.

  "Mum! Can you get that? It'll be Matty!" He rearranged his underwear
before tucking his shirt in.

  He could hear his mother greeting Matthew downstairs, telling him how
handsome he looked. Jamie pulled on his tuxedo jacket and bolted down the
stairs.

  "Hey Midget," said Matthew, standing in the doorway with his hands behind
his back.

  "Wow, Mum was right. You do look handsome."

 Jamie's mother excused herself to grab the camera leaving the two boys
alone. Matthew brought his hands out in front of himself to reveal a blue
corsage, the exact shade of Jamie's eyes. "You have no idea how long it
took me to find a corsage. Must just be an American thing."

  Jamie was looking at it with a mixture of mirth and giddiness. He had
always loved this particular American custom and had mentioned it to
Matthew once or twice. Matthew had clearly been paying attention.

  "That's so sweet. And so incredibly gay of you." Jamie winked at the much
larger boy.

  "Don't make me give you another nuggie," Matthew admonished.

  "I just did my hair. You wouldn't dare." Jamie's mother returned and told
them to pose for a few photos. She had one of them side by side, one with
Jamie in front of Matthew, and one as they were stepping out the door
towards the small limo Matthew had rented.

  "It's only taking us there. We can taxi it back."

  The limo drove them into Manchester City Centre and dropped them of in
front of the Britannia hotel where fifteen other limousines were milling
around. The school had rented the spacious funtion room on the ground
floor, but were forcing the students to queue just outside it.

  As each person reached the front of the queue, the boys were asked to
turn out their pockets and the girls had their bags searched, all in an
effort to stop alcohol being smuggled in. Unfortunately for the school,
they weren't allowed to actually touch the students.

  Matthew and Jamie were admitted having turned out their pockets, and
headed straight for the restroom just off the function room. They ducked
into a stall together and both undid their trousers.

  Matthew watched as Jamie dropped his trousers to the ground and said
"Damn, I wish I'd have thought of that."

  "What?" asked Jamie, reaching down.

  "Shaving. Pulling the duct tape off my hairy leg is gonna be a bitch."

  "You didn't shave before you taped the bottle on? Idiot." Jamie pulled
the tape easily away from his fresh shaved leg and waved the half bottle of
vodka before Matthew's eyes. He did up his trousers and watched Matthew
slowly trying to unstick his own bottle as each hair tried to come away
with the duct tape.

  Finally free, they each stuffed their bottles in a pocket and headed for
the bar to order cokes. Accepting his drink, Jamie turned and examined the
room while Matthew dumped vodka in his coke.

  The Britannia hotel was an old building, as displayed by the crumbling
paint and dated wallpaper. The Prom organisers had done some good work
however. The typical balloons were hung with photgraphs taken throughout
the year. Many of them featured Matthew as he was on most of the sports
teams. Everywhere Jamie looked, Matthew's goofy grin was flashing at him.

  The only groups Jamie had ever been a member of were the orchestra and a
folk music group several years before that. He didn't like to admit that he
was a member of the orchestra, but being the first violin generally got him
some press. Sure enough, there was one of him holding his violin to his
chin at last year's Christmas Concert.

  Along the farthest wall, a buffet had been set up with all the
traditional buffet foods. Jamie knew Matthew would be back and forth all
night as he loved cocktail sausages.

  Jamie selected a seat close to the bar and chugged half of his drink,
wincing at the amound of vodka he had added. He watched the rest of his
year enter the hall and before he knew it, he was watching Shane strut
across the room with Jenny on his arm.

  She had a massive grin on her face, her massive teeth on full display,
like she thought that Shane was some kind of prize. He however, looked
slightly pained, which amused Jamie. Although he had taken on board what
Timmy had told him, he still held some resentment for the boy.

  The Headmistress stood up with a microphone in her hand and waited for
silence. "Good Evening, class of 2012! Are we all well?" Everyone
cheered. "Good. It's been a good five years, hasn't it?" Another cheer. "I
remember seeing you lot turn up at my door that first day. That was back
when you were all cute and nice." A little laughed followed that remark. "I
know that all of you are desperate to get on with your lives and become
adults, but remember the saying that your school days are the best of your
life.

  "You may never see some of the people in this room again. Take some time
and say goodbye to them. Make amends if they're needed." Jamie shifted
uncomfortably at that last remark. "And if there's someone you've been
meaning to..." She mimed dancing; "Then tonight is your last chance!

  "Now remember, no damage to the building. No drinking, and if you want to
smoke, do it outside and out of sight of the teachers! Besides that, have
some fun! This year's song is 'Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now, which we'll
play at the end of the night, and I want to see you all dancing to that
one!" She relinquished the mic to the DJ and shufffled over to the bar and
Jamie.

  "Ah, James and Matthew. Never just one of you, is it?" she asked.

  "No, Miss Dervin."

  "Oh please. Tonight, it's Theresa." She eyed Jamie's thigh, where the
bottle of vodka was clearly outlined. She then turned back to the
bar. "I'll take a white wine, and two more cokes for the lads here."

  She handed them their new drinks and just said "Don't overdo it. You may
be my favourite students, but that doesn't mean I'll ruin my school's
reputation for you." She kissed each boy on the cheek and meandered over to
where the other teachers were sitting.

  "See, it pays to be teacher's pet." Matthew surreptitiously added a
measure of vodka to his new drink.

  The Prom proceeded as most Proms do. People talked and ate and
danced. Friends cajoled and once a fight almost erupted until a teacher
intervened. About an hour and a half in, Matthew returned from the bar to
find Jamie staring and squinting at Shane who was dancing with Jenny.

  "Why are you staring at him?" he slurred.

  "Im trying to make his head explode," said Jamie, not breaking his
stare. Matthew chuckled and took a long drink. Jamie had long since
exhausted his vodka, but wasn't bothered by that. He had had his fill.

  The song changed to the theme from Dirty Dancing. Matthew, clearly bored
of sitting around, and probably feeling reckles due to the vodka, stood
up. He put his hand out to Jamie and said "Nobody puts Jamie in the
corner."

  Jamie laughed hysterically at that before taking Matthew's hand and
allowing him to lead him over to the dance floor. Matthew's family had had
him take a few dancing lessons before his cousins wedding the year before,
knowing how bad he was at it. He had only had four lessons before his
natural proficiency at everything he tried took away the need for any more.

  He spun Jamie and brought him into his arms before taking him around the
floor a little. It didn't take long for a few of the people around them to
notice, but by and large they were simply impressed at Matthew's
skills. All Jamie had to do was follow his lead. Jamie realised that
dancing together like this would likely out him to the school, but he
didn't really mind.

  Every now and again, Jamie would spot Shane watching, the look on his
face changing every time. First it looked like jealousy, then hurt, then
confusion. Jamie stopped trying to guess what he was feeling when Matthew
whispered in his ear "Do you want to try the lift? The one from the film."

  Jamie's heart did a leap. He had never been good at dancing, and now
Matthew wanted him to try something very difficult that could involve
injury. He must have noted the fear on Jamie's face.

  "All you have to do is make the jump, and I'll compensate for your
motion. I've done it with Sam before."

  The song was building to the climax. Jamie was running out of time. He
backed away from Matthew and readied himself. Matthew addressed the people
watching them. "Brace yourselves, guys. We've never tried this before." A
few people laughed nervously and the area immediately behind Matthew
cleared.

  Jamie ran, dipped his knees as Matthew grabbed his hips. He jumped. He
felt Matthew's arms tense beneath him and he was in the air. For a moment
he thought he'd over shot it, but Matthew cheered and turned on the spot,
turning Jamie along with him. The people around them cheered and applauded,
although a few people could be heard saying the word 'faggots'. A few of
the teachers visibly relaxed. As Matthew brought Jamie down, Shane bolted
to the toilets. Back on the ground, Jamie gave Matthew a hug and said
"There's something I have to do."

  Matthew followed Jamie's eyes to Shane entering the toilets and shrugged
before offering his hand to a nearby girl named Claire. Jamie headed for
the toilets.

  As he entered, he saw Shane standing in front of the mirrors, simply
staring at his own reflection, his fingers clutching the sides of a sink so
tight they were white.

  He saw Jamie and said "That was quite a performance. Was it for my
benefit?"

  Jamie sighed. "I'm sorry that I was so mean to you when you wanted to
apologise. I was still hurt. Can you forgive me?"

  "There's nothing to forgive. You were right, I was a coward. I did want
you. I still do." He turned from the mirror and looked at Jamie. "I'm so
sorry. I fucked everything up."

  "You're forgiven." Jamie smiled and walked over to give Shane a
hug. Shane made as if to kiss Jamie, but Jamie put a finger on his
lips. "I've forgiven you, but nothing's changed. I think I just came out of
the closet to the whole school with that little dance out there. Now that
I'm out, I don't want to go back in. Not for anyone's sake."

  "I can't come out; not yet," he said, a catch in his throat.

  "Then all I can be is your friend." Jamie hugged him again. The door
behind them opened and closed. Jamie looked around to see who had come
in. Standing there, looking at them with hatred in his eyes was Darren the
Dumpster.

  "I fuckin' knew it! Fags! Your dad'll love this, Carter."

  Jamie turned to deliver a scathing retort but stopped short when he heard
Shane beat him to it.

  "In case you've forgotten, Shit-for-brains, last month you asked- nay
begged me to 'help you out' after Sarah dumped you."

  "I dunno wha' you're talkin' 'bout!" he said, although his eyes showed
some concern.

  Shane started to speak in a rather accurate imitation of Dumspter's
voice. "'I promise I won't tell anyone. It won't be gay 'cos there's no
kissin'..."

  Jamie was desperately trying not to laugh.

  "Then there's the other thing. Is that a slight nosebleed on you?" Shane
asked sarcastically. "I wonder how your father would react if he found out
that his favourite son was a blowhead?"

  Dumpster looked terrified. "You can't." His voice trailed away.

  "I won't, unless my father somehow finds out that I am- what was it you
called me? A faggot? He only finds out when I'm ready."

  "Okay, okay. Your secret's safe." Jamie noticed that Dumspter had stopped
using the exaggerated accent that annoyed him so much. It confirmed Jamie's
suspicion that it was an affectation.

  "Thank you. So is yours. Come on Jamie." Shane took Jamie's hand and
dragged him back out to the Prom. Jamie did not miss the fact that as soon
as they were back in view of the party, Shane released his hand.

  As they entered, Jamie scanned around for Matthew and found him still
dancing and laughing with some of his Football friends. Shane led him over
to where the chocolate cake was, gave him a slice and took one for himself
before heading for seats by the wall.

  They sat for a while, chatting about nothing in particular in the way
that friends do, and Jamie felt that it could work as just that; a
friendship.

  The DJ came over the mic. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, your Prom song
of 2012."

  He released the record and "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" started to
play. The boys and girls started to pair off and slow dance together. Shane
watched them for a few moments, his leg bouncing up and down until he
jumped to his feet, frightening Jamie as he did.

  "Fuck it!" was all he said before he took Jamie's hand and dragged him to
the dance floor. He started to slow dance with Jamie, their bodies pressed
tightly together. Jamie was uncertain about this. He felt like Shane was
trying to cheat his way out of the newly imposed 'friends
rule'. Regardless, he rested his head on Shane's collar bone and closed his
eyes. The fact of the matter was that Jamie still liked Shane a lot, and it
was hard for him to refuse this closeness.

  The two ignored the stares. Jamie had already had similar attention
tonight with Matthew and didn't care. As the song built to it's final
crescendo and then started to trail off, Shane spoke up.

  "Jamie?"

  "Mmm?"

  "Kiss me. Right here and now, in front of everyone."

  Jamie's head snapped up, his eyebrows arched. "Are you sure?"

  Shane nodded and bent down a little. As their lips touched, Jamie felt
the world evaporate once again. For a full thrity seconds, all that there
was in Jamie's universe were four lips, writhing against each
other. Neither sought dominance over the other. Instead they found a
balance in the kiss that promised Jamie that it could go on forever.

  Shane was the one to break the kiss, somewhat reluctantly. He rested his
forehead against Jamie's, his eyes still closed. "You've gotten taller."

  Jamie giggled. "Yeah, I've grown an inch."

  Shane pulled Jamie's body into his own so that Jamie could feel his erect
penis. "I've grown a couple of inches too."

  Jamie felt his breath catch and his own dick respond. "Taxi rank?" Jamie
said, more than a little breathlessly.

  Shane's eyes brightened as he nodded. Both boys darted for the exit,
leaving behind them one hundred pairs of staring eyes and a very annoyed
Jenny Jones.

*********************************************************************

I hope you enjoyed this. This chapter is my favourite so far.

Any comments, questions, or even suggestions are welcome. Please feel free
to email me with your thoughts at thebobbyfish@gmail.com

Keep an eye out for Chapter Five!